From the magazine In March, Banez Gabriel talks about his experience with aliens, says his hair loss treatment and develops the theory of the woman-cake after the U.S. invasion Iraq:
JOURNAL "UP", No. 52, MAY 2009
For Soledad Franco
Who is
Gabriel Banez was born in La Plata 1951. Writer, journalist and director of the Commune Editions. In October 2008 he won with The fissure of Rolando International Award Letter South and although it was an unknown writer (he had been a finalist Juan Rulfo with The circus never dies, his novel The boys disappear was already a film and Culture (Mondadori, 2006) is selling like hotcakes) his reputation grew. The jury composed by Martin Kohan, Claudia Piñeiro and Juan Sasturain, selected his work among a total of 293 candidates submitted from various provinces and abroad.
has long dictated a workshop that has become legendary
, slightly
prestige but also how the legend of gold
: those who experienced it know not to sign
safe about it and those who
have heard the rumor it traced to the office of Prime
floor Pasaje Dardo Rocha from which directs the editorial
to see if there if
starts and when.
I know because I work there and attend calls.
also because I went to that workshop.
The position from which I make these questions
allows me to delve into his past and betraying
some of their secrets and delusions
future projects. I present here a shirt on Banez.
"Some people become writers
uncomplicated paths. Let
Borges, tell that to the six
year-old told his father he wanted to be a writer
and since their environment is like if we draw a line
one point to another with a pencil and a ruler
, where do you come you? When
decide you wanted to write, do you imagine
some way?
- I come from the neighborhood of La Loma, a sausage house street
38 n º 1164, if I remember correctly,
between 18 and 19. Here the stories begin in the family closure
working order
cacophony called parent and kid
a few words that had to wait until the first
came to the door opened and he can go out
insecurity. Many jobs, little
silver. Nobody to watch the kid. Then closure
and books: picture books, a dictionary
pictures, telling stories that were more
drawings. The pictures were clear, the words
not. So for that failure, I think I invented the
. There was a drawing of a glider in
one of these dictionaries and I had attached
a story of a pilot
launched without a parachute to fall right on the plaza of La Loma.
was falling off and quiet. That first story
memory. The pilot had to be me, obviously. The glider was
course and crashed into the church
the neighborhood. I was always a believer. In this
time, we are strict with the times, the gardens
Infants with multicolored small rooms
hardly existed, and had mothers who thought-perhaps wisely-
to deposit
guys in those gardens was like inhuman. Today there
socialization word that fits the circumstances of the creatures
age parlor pink,
say. Therefore: the road was never imagined. Starts at tram
7, imagining stories
through the windows. Learning best
appeared in which we took the tram.
Because the tram was slow.
The school I was sent away and transport
school were for the rich, though not
transport cars were loaded with kids from wealthy families with drivers
.
anxiety starts over.
"They say you started to discuss books in Clarin
force's chair warm reception
area manager, does it?,
Can you tell that story?
"Yes, of course. I was getting little by little.
find out who was in charge of the section,
standing guard, waiting, trying to talk him
. Until they were given the opportunity, book,
two for comment, and so on. Months and months. Nothing
another world, no cronyism. Stubbornness, insistence
. The head of the section, was then called
Culture and Nation, was Fernando Alonso.
A despotic kind of at times endearing, full of kindness
and fears, fears of some
from ignorance, I think. Much hated, much loved, much neglected
. A man without
gray but I opened up the possibility of entering
Clarín and then the chance of autism. But I knew Clarín
great chroniclers, signatures
important, guys like Sábat, Sdrech,
Gregorich et al. There was a certain Rocamora, a certain
Jorge Assisi, who in those years exploded
fame with a book I no sooner entered, Flores stolen
Gardens Quilmes. I had edited a
first or second book on De La Flor, by that
then Tresguerras Captain went to war. Assisi
And when one day someone introduced him to me in writing
, he said, "So you were the Ecuadorian?."
"Why?". "I saw this book out there, and as always Divinsky
American edit,
thought that the author was an Ecuadorian" he said. "Am I
I said, I was born in Quito." He did not like, I think.
- How was your experience with Chronicle?
"He brought something to your writing?, What's true in a gossip
you
paints a performance style by Fabio Zerpa
?
- In Chronicle , very swift. But wanders through piles of essays. The music of those
Olivetti and Lexington
gave me some of the rhythm of writing. There is an old music writing
dogs ran and got an ear
language. Melody is invisible, but
floats like a story of many, almost anonymous, without belonging
because the composition is a story. The contributions of journalism
my detachment
literature must be pure. No story is mine. One is
chronicler of what can only itself. What of the performance,
ja, very well call it, has all of
true.
was abducted in the 80s, riding a
Citroën in the middle of 9 de Julio Avenue, in front
of Public Works. That was a year before the Falklands War
. I crossed a street full
fog and suddenly appeared, with car and all,
amid a bleak, semi
destroyed a city, familiar but strange at the same time.
Rare. No traffic, no people.
then reappeared in the midst of chaos and the car spinning in the
Obelisk. Miro hour and two hours had passed.
Blank, when he was a second experience.
was not alone. My wife, my hand went through the same thing
. Days later I experience
Tu-Sam (father), who hypnotized me. And caught
to perceive a kind of dream about
strangers around me and I
a chip implanted in his right arm. Even I have,
even keep a couple of x-rays in
where it can be identified clearly.
I went through so many newsrooms, as I said, I was always a believer
. I guess I monitor.
- Your first novel came from the Flower
How do you get your publication?
- I managed to edit it because I refused.
When they gave me no, I said, 'but then, how
not going to reject me if I presented the original
wrong, this is not. " The manager at the then-Divinsky
was in exile in Venezuela,
think, "I looked blankly. Before
said something, I clarified that in half an hour I reached the correct original
, who was at another house. In
then the flower will be on the street
Uruguay. So I went down, bought a portfolio of
another color, and half an hour gave the same Enclose original
but blue, say. And
approved, three months I called and signed
contract. Is not the same tone that other, there was no error or negligence
reading.
- How is your relationship with your editors? So how
editor? What criteria do you use to decide that a text
reach
form book and another not?
- Very good, I'm friends with my editors. I have no
a criterion could not have it. I like something, I
looks good, and then give to other reading
. A person in whom I trust as much as
it is my intellectual alter ego, is Soledad Franco. She can
green read, say, me in blue.
a kid I saw trees with blue glass.
critical reading is a chainsaw.
- How many "career" started college,
why did you choose and what led you to leave
?
- I started all four runs and left me. I'm on break
university since
lot. It is an omission. Arts, History, Philosophy and Film
. In the most I lasted was
Film, Fine Arts. Three years.
But all I wanted was
screenplay as a commodity.
I had to leave for work, to a taxi driver, pulp and
official to crafts with chains at soldering and making
lamps, foot racks, sconces, ashtrays,
stuff. Was spot-welded with electrodes
. I had put together a small tallercito
but one day a spark burned it. I lost everything.
always the details that make
spark and encourage the fire. Losing is just that: to spark.
- What other
position held before or in parallel to make a living from writing and books
? If you had not
writer, what would you have liked more
do?
- I painter too, but a home.
dwarf trees grew and walked a while stuck on a farm to raise chickens
.
anything I would have liked to, any frustration. O yes:
priest or psychologist. Someday I'll have a space,
something brief, rather cold with some miniatures and a table
African Lacanian. But it is not
frustration is something that perhaps achievement.
attend by Yoma, a purplish bonus, the
tones are important. As a psychologist would be false
very real, effective, I mean.
- In "The healer darkroom and
" the fissure of Rolando "(for name two titles away in time) are mothers who are dedicated to sewing and
esotericism and bohemian parents, and almost all your novels
is rated one of the main
characters as "dysfunctional" or "bipolar"
" What about your life in your work?
- I am a dissociated, not the way Balzac, but in a sense
Banez. And what he writes Banez,
gives me my self, is sewing, basting, stitching. Coso
to the outside as my mother wrote to
outside as well. My tribute to sewing is: what do
fucked, as she said when
was active. My life at work is a raglan sleeve
not like him, a defective flap. I got a young
insulin shocks to make me
to reason, and those kind and warm
retain sessions bipolarity,
not a condition but as a feeling agamic: Banez
Banez sees walking through a garden-day visits
as he looks out the window of his room
8, remember the number. Then
plum jam to raise the sugar. The ornate tea, hair pulling Robertito
a clip
and moaning voices of others, Farias,
saying he was in there for "an error
infamous blood of Christ. " Farias gave masses
snapshots, at any time.
A nurse explained that she was schizophrenic. But I knelt and prayed when Farias
made the sign of the cross
. More than a believer, as I have said and repeated
, I devotee.
-In several recent reports that gave
argue that "Mother and father is
language is writing", can you explain this
sentence?
- Yes, I came into the world and mother was waiting for me,
shape of words, language style. Then
father abandoned us and I began to write.
- Almost all writers often have
tips and recipes, some as Quiroga, Pynchon or Cheevert
,
share them with your readers: What would your
decalogue for those who want to hold the office?
- No decalogue. If a phrase stolen from
Montherlant that says you have to write as if you were dead
and other spirited to
Banez counseling never make a good hand.
We are all losers, that. We know from the
.
- I know you have at hand
two new writing projects, a new novel and a book in collaboration
the relationship
woman cake I'd like you
speak at length about it.
- The book tells how Hitler planned
came to our country. And how hundreds, thousands,
worshiped him unknowingly. It is not fiction at all.
is part of the information work of a spy who worked
with a female contact in Bariloche. But
Bariloche city is not reliable. Contacts
less. The other project you might call
cake woman, and that there is a cosmological and ontological
between women and cakes.
We're going to write with Luis Chitarroni, he understands
and I assume that if the U.S. invades and
invaded Iraq, some of it can be explained and remedied
leek pie. There are many varieties
explain the origin of
things, spinach and ham and eggs, for example. The cake is
recipients, supports the theory
vulgar ham and cheese as much as
anxiety in modern societies. But is the woman who only has
namely the notion of how
tarteril the world and where we go.
onion and cheese, for example, is one of the few
accepted by men.
our ignorance regarding the knowledge acquired by women in
millennia of humanity is incredible, just have to see
flanges, the circularity of this knowledge
essential.
- If you're autoentrevistando what
you ask?
- If I were interviewing, what do you ask?
For Soledad Franco
Who is
Gabriel Banez was born in La Plata 1951. Writer, journalist and director of the Commune Editions. In October 2008 he won with The fissure of Rolando International Award Letter South and although it was an unknown writer (he had been a finalist Juan Rulfo with The circus never dies, his novel The boys disappear was already a film and Culture (Mondadori, 2006) is selling like hotcakes) his reputation grew. The jury composed by Martin Kohan, Claudia Piñeiro and Juan Sasturain, selected his work among a total of 293 candidates submitted from various provinces and abroad.
has long dictated a workshop that has become legendary
, slightly
prestige but also how the legend of gold
: those who experienced it know not to sign
safe about it and those who
have heard the rumor it traced to the office of Prime
floor Pasaje Dardo Rocha from which directs the editorial
to see if there if
starts and when.
I know because I work there and attend calls.
also because I went to that workshop.
The position from which I make these questions
allows me to delve into his past and betraying
some of their secrets and delusions
future projects. I present here a shirt on Banez.
"Some people become writers
uncomplicated paths. Let
Borges, tell that to the six
year-old told his father he wanted to be a writer
and since their environment is like if we draw a line
one point to another with a pencil and a ruler
, where do you come you? When
decide you wanted to write, do you imagine
some way?
- I come from the neighborhood of La Loma, a sausage house street
38 n º 1164, if I remember correctly,
between 18 and 19. Here the stories begin in the family closure
working order
cacophony called parent and kid
a few words that had to wait until the first
came to the door opened and he can go out
insecurity. Many jobs, little
silver. Nobody to watch the kid. Then closure
and books: picture books, a dictionary
pictures, telling stories that were more
drawings. The pictures were clear, the words
not. So for that failure, I think I invented the
. There was a drawing of a glider in
one of these dictionaries and I had attached
a story of a pilot
launched without a parachute to fall right on the plaza of La Loma.
was falling off and quiet. That first story
memory. The pilot had to be me, obviously. The glider was
course and crashed into the church
the neighborhood. I was always a believer. In this
time, we are strict with the times, the gardens
Infants with multicolored small rooms
hardly existed, and had mothers who thought-perhaps wisely-
to deposit
guys in those gardens was like inhuman. Today there
socialization word that fits the circumstances of the creatures
age parlor pink,
say. Therefore: the road was never imagined. Starts at tram
7, imagining stories
through the windows. Learning best
appeared in which we took the tram.
Because the tram was slow.
The school I was sent away and transport
school were for the rich, though not
transport cars were loaded with kids from wealthy families with drivers
.
anxiety starts over.
"They say you started to discuss books in Clarin
force's chair warm reception
area manager, does it?,
Can you tell that story?
"Yes, of course. I was getting little by little.
find out who was in charge of the section,
standing guard, waiting, trying to talk him
. Until they were given the opportunity, book,
two for comment, and so on. Months and months. Nothing
another world, no cronyism. Stubbornness, insistence
. The head of the section, was then called
Culture and Nation, was Fernando Alonso.
A despotic kind of at times endearing, full of kindness
and fears, fears of some
from ignorance, I think. Much hated, much loved, much neglected
. A man without
gray but I opened up the possibility of entering
Clarín and then the chance of autism. But I knew Clarín
great chroniclers, signatures
important, guys like Sábat, Sdrech,
Gregorich et al. There was a certain Rocamora, a certain
Jorge Assisi, who in those years exploded
fame with a book I no sooner entered, Flores stolen
Gardens Quilmes. I had edited a
first or second book on De La Flor, by that
then Tresguerras Captain went to war. Assisi
And when one day someone introduced him to me in writing
, he said, "So you were the Ecuadorian?."
"Why?". "I saw this book out there, and as always Divinsky
American edit,
thought that the author was an Ecuadorian" he said. "Am I
I said, I was born in Quito." He did not like, I think.
- How was your experience with Chronicle?
"He brought something to your writing?, What's true in a gossip
you
paints a performance style by Fabio Zerpa
?
- In Chronicle , very swift. But wanders through piles of essays. The music of those
Olivetti and Lexington
gave me some of the rhythm of writing. There is an old music writing
dogs ran and got an ear
language. Melody is invisible, but
floats like a story of many, almost anonymous, without belonging
because the composition is a story. The contributions of journalism
my detachment
literature must be pure. No story is mine. One is
chronicler of what can only itself. What of the performance,
ja, very well call it, has all of
true.
was abducted in the 80s, riding a
Citroën in the middle of 9 de Julio Avenue, in front
of Public Works. That was a year before the Falklands War
. I crossed a street full
fog and suddenly appeared, with car and all,
amid a bleak, semi
destroyed a city, familiar but strange at the same time.
Rare. No traffic, no people.
then reappeared in the midst of chaos and the car spinning in the
Obelisk. Miro hour and two hours had passed.
Blank, when he was a second experience.
was not alone. My wife, my hand went through the same thing
. Days later I experience
Tu-Sam (father), who hypnotized me. And caught
to perceive a kind of dream about
strangers around me and I
a chip implanted in his right arm. Even I have,
even keep a couple of x-rays in
where it can be identified clearly.
I went through so many newsrooms, as I said, I was always a believer
. I guess I monitor.
- Your first novel came from the Flower
How do you get your publication?
- I managed to edit it because I refused.
When they gave me no, I said, 'but then, how
not going to reject me if I presented the original
wrong, this is not. " The manager at the then-Divinsky
was in exile in Venezuela,
think, "I looked blankly. Before
said something, I clarified that in half an hour I reached the correct original
, who was at another house. In
then the flower will be on the street
Uruguay. So I went down, bought a portfolio of
another color, and half an hour gave the same Enclose original
but blue, say. And
approved, three months I called and signed
contract. Is not the same tone that other, there was no error or negligence
reading.
- How is your relationship with your editors? So how
editor? What criteria do you use to decide that a text
reach
form book and another not?
- Very good, I'm friends with my editors. I have no
a criterion could not have it. I like something, I
looks good, and then give to other reading
. A person in whom I trust as much as
it is my intellectual alter ego, is Soledad Franco. She can
green read, say, me in blue.
a kid I saw trees with blue glass.
critical reading is a chainsaw.
- How many "career" started college,
why did you choose and what led you to leave
?
- I started all four runs and left me. I'm on break
university since
lot. It is an omission. Arts, History, Philosophy and Film
. In the most I lasted was
Film, Fine Arts. Three years.
But all I wanted was
screenplay as a commodity.
I had to leave for work, to a taxi driver, pulp and
official to crafts with chains at soldering and making
lamps, foot racks, sconces, ashtrays,
stuff. Was spot-welded with electrodes
. I had put together a small tallercito
but one day a spark burned it. I lost everything.
always the details that make
spark and encourage the fire. Losing is just that: to spark.
- What other
position held before or in parallel to make a living from writing and books
? If you had not
writer, what would you have liked more
do?
- I painter too, but a home.
dwarf trees grew and walked a while stuck on a farm to raise chickens
.
anything I would have liked to, any frustration. O yes:
priest or psychologist. Someday I'll have a space,
something brief, rather cold with some miniatures and a table
African Lacanian. But it is not
frustration is something that perhaps achievement.
attend by Yoma, a purplish bonus, the
tones are important. As a psychologist would be false
very real, effective, I mean.
- In "The healer darkroom and
" the fissure of Rolando "(for name two titles away in time) are mothers who are dedicated to sewing and
esotericism and bohemian parents, and almost all your novels
is rated one of the main
characters as "dysfunctional" or "bipolar"
" What about your life in your work?
- I am a dissociated, not the way Balzac, but in a sense
Banez. And what he writes Banez,
gives me my self, is sewing, basting, stitching. Coso
to the outside as my mother wrote to
outside as well. My tribute to sewing is: what do
fucked, as she said when
was active. My life at work is a raglan sleeve
not like him, a defective flap. I got a young
insulin shocks to make me
to reason, and those kind and warm
retain sessions bipolarity,
not a condition but as a feeling agamic: Banez
Banez sees walking through a garden-day visits
as he looks out the window of his room
8, remember the number. Then
plum jam to raise the sugar. The ornate tea, hair pulling Robertito
a clip
and moaning voices of others, Farias,
saying he was in there for "an error
infamous blood of Christ. " Farias gave masses
snapshots, at any time.
A nurse explained that she was schizophrenic. But I knelt and prayed when Farias
made the sign of the cross
. More than a believer, as I have said and repeated
, I devotee.
-In several recent reports that gave
argue that "Mother and father is
language is writing", can you explain this
sentence?
- Yes, I came into the world and mother was waiting for me,
shape of words, language style. Then
father abandoned us and I began to write.
- Almost all writers often have
tips and recipes, some as Quiroga, Pynchon or Cheevert
,
share them with your readers: What would your
decalogue for those who want to hold the office?
- No decalogue. If a phrase stolen from
Montherlant that says you have to write as if you were dead
and other spirited to
Banez counseling never make a good hand.
We are all losers, that. We know from the
.
- I know you have at hand
two new writing projects, a new novel and a book in collaboration
the relationship
woman cake I'd like you
speak at length about it.
- The book tells how Hitler planned
came to our country. And how hundreds, thousands,
worshiped him unknowingly. It is not fiction at all.
is part of the information work of a spy who worked
with a female contact in Bariloche. But
Bariloche city is not reliable. Contacts
less. The other project you might call
cake woman, and that there is a cosmological and ontological
between women and cakes.
We're going to write with Luis Chitarroni, he understands
and I assume that if the U.S. invades and
invaded Iraq, some of it can be explained and remedied
leek pie. There are many varieties
explain the origin of
things, spinach and ham and eggs, for example. The cake is
recipients, supports the theory
vulgar ham and cheese as much as
anxiety in modern societies. But is the woman who only has
namely the notion of how
tarteril the world and where we go.
onion and cheese, for example, is one of the few
accepted by men.
our ignorance regarding the knowledge acquired by women in
millennia of humanity is incredible, just have to see
flanges, the circularity of this knowledge
essential.
- If you're autoentrevistando what
you ask?
- If I were interviewing, what do you ask?
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